Chapter 13: Pissed off significant others.

 
 “So he did, did he?”
 
“Harry, don’t growl.”

 Draco smirked at Hermione. “It’s sexy.” The girl snorted.

 Emily sighed. “Stop da feud. So ‘s Nigel.”

 “He’s a first year. Not exactly a threat,” Draco scoffed.

 “I might think he’s proved differently,” Hermione shuddered slightly, gripping Emily’s hand.

 “But there’s always the possibility that that was all he knew.”

 Draco nodded. “True, he did just have that book.”

 Seamus looked up from his spot in a large chair where he had been sitting, his chin resting on his fist. “But he hasn’t returned it, and who knows what else’s in it.
Besides, didn’t you see it? That girl was scared of him.”

 Ron blinked up at Seamus. “That was…intelligent,” he muttered.

 “Don’t underestimate the ditzy ones, Ronnikins.”

 “DON’T—“

 Neville petted Ron’s arm, attempting to calm the red head down. “We could take it to Dumbledore,” he suggested.

 “No!”

 Harry blinked. “Hermione?”

 Draco looked truly surprised as well. “No? I thought…”

 “No! He damaged Emily! Tried to! All the teachers will do is give him detention. Suspend him at best!”

 “We’ll get suspended if we do anything stupid.”

 “Shut up, Malfoy!”

 Emily shook her head. “Darlin’, don’ snap at th’ homme, ‘e’s got a point.”

 “But…”

 “I mean it ‘Mione.”

 “Y’know…. If we start anything we will get in trouble,” Draco murmured.

 “You said that already!” Hermione snapped.

 Draco waved his hand slightly, gesturing. “I said if we started anything. We don’t have to start it.” He smirked.

 Harry blinked. “That’s kinda…underhanded.”

 “Well if you don’t want to bring the professors into this how else do you expect to do it without getting a week with Filch?”

 “He has a point,” Seamus added. “The question is how.”

 “How what?” Ron asked.

 “How we get Nigel to do something really stupid.”

 “He is stupid.”

 Seamus laughed. “Yes, we know that, Ron. But that doesn’t mean he’s gonna do something else.”

 “You said he still had the book?” Harry asked.

 “Yeah.”

 “He’ll do something.”

 “But when?” Dean asked.

 “Th’ minnit he catches me bein’ diff’rent ‘course,” Emily laughed. “Ain’t dey always like dat?”

 “Yes,” Hermione growled. Draco smirked, chuckling.

 “And who was complaining about Harry growing?”

 “Shut up, Malfoy.”

 “Hey, I didn’t think it was that bad. Was it really that bad? I didn’t think it was that bad. I would’ve said it.”

 “You too, Finnigan.”

 Seamus smirked. “Make me.”

 Emily sighed. “’S dinnertime, can we all make it t’rough dinner?”

 Hermione turned to Emily as they walked down the corridors towards dinner.

 “What exactly did you me ‘the minute he catches me being different.’?”

 “A’tually don’ know yet. Wanna help?”

 “Well yes.”

 Emily smirked. “Wanna go flyin’?”

 Seamus sat on his bed with his face buried in his hands; Dean sat beside him, petting his sandy hair. Seamus moaned.
 “This is why I never do that.”

 Dean was biting his lip to cover panic. He had known this was coming. He should be able to deal with it. He should. “What, love?”

 Seamus exploded, throwing his head up. “Say something smart, do anything intelligent. I know I built the reputation myself, but is it entirely impossible that I might be perky and intelligent?”

 “I know you’re intelligent, darling.” Dean said as calmly as he could muster.

 “Then why does no one else consider me so?”

 Dean smiled then. “I think they do…or at least Harry and Neville do. And no one knows you as well as I do.”

 Seamus stuck out his tongue, his mood far from gone, was retreating slightly…. For a while. “Prick.”

 “Yours.”

 “Thank you, Dean.” Seamus’ head tilted, his lips capturing Dean’s in a light kiss, sweet as one of Dean’s large hands tangled in his forever messy hair, the other catching the smaller boy tightly against him. Seamus’ hands fisted in Dean’s shirt, yet despite the desperation the kiss remained light.

 “I wish I could marry you.”

 Seamus stared up at his lover. “Dean?”

 “Sometimes I just want to take you away, take care of you. I’m sorry, Seamus.”

 Seamus shook his head. “You fix things, love.” Seamus’ accent was less emphatic when he was upset. It simply thickened his voice. He buried himself in Dean’s warm arms and loving eyes. Not moving…not fucking ever gonna move.
 
 

 Hermione could hardly breath. There was a lump of exhilaration in her throat, roiling in her stomach. Emily smiled down at her and a gust of air streamed round the girls.

 Oh, Emily was glorious, full white wings spread, swooping, and a look of pure bliss on her face as they soared high above Hogwart’s. Almost…oh no, not going to
look down, bad idea. Hermione buried her head in Emily’s chest. Emily chuckled.

 “Comf’table?”

 Hermione blushed as she nuzzled into her hidey-hole in Emily’s cleavage. “Yes actually,” she managed.

 “D’ we need ta go back down?” Emily asked solicitously. Hermione shook her head vehemently drawing another chuckle. Her arms wrapped tighter around her
girlfriend’s neck, pulling herself up for a kiss. She was wrapped around Emily’s torso as the mutant girl flew, and the one good thing about being so far up was that Emily wasn’t going to run in to anything. She carefully avoided fettering Emily’s wings as she hung on, but she could still feel the slip and slide of the girl’s developed back muscles as the red head flew. It was…well, bloody sexy really.

 “Wondah if he’s seen yet,” Emily murmured as Hermione drew back to take a breath and Hermione’s mood fell, she had basically forgotten the real purpose of the expedition.  She was too happy to start getting pissed, but never the less she did.

 “You are going to let me deal with him aren’t you?”

 “Ya can have first shot, if dat’s what ya mean. Though ya may have ta race Draco fer it.”

 “Why?”

 “Draco likes aggression, darlin’. He ain’t likely ta hand ovah a fight.”

 “Ah.”

 “I t’ink I see a blond glaring.”

 Hermione snickered. “You sure it’s not Draco?”

 “No, last I saw he an’ Harry were makin’ behin’ da school.”

 “Do we have to go down?”

 Emily smiled. “We can do dis again. My wings ain’t goin’ no where.”

 “Alright.”

 Emily glided them carefully closer and closer to the ground. Now Hermione could see the first year’s face. The look of disgust on it was all too plain and in his small, pale arms was wrapped a large black book. She hated him. Almost pitied him for being so stupid, but that was far outweighed by the pure dislike. That such a weak little thing would hurt her Emily for being different was…was unacceptable! And they were still a good fifty feet from the ground.

 Emily’s warm breath caressed Hermione’s neck.

 “Don’ get too worked up, darlin’. Ye’ll only get hurt. An’ I couldn’ stand dat.”

 “I’ll be fine.”

 “If ya relax. Promise ya won’t jump da minute we hit da ground.”

 “Promise.” Gonna wait ‘till he does something and then KILL him!
 
 

 “Harry…Harry…Harry!” Draco practically ripped his mouth away from Harry’s. “C’mon…promised Emily, remember?”

 Harry gasped slightly, laying a final kiss on Draco’s lips. “Right. Gotta go then.” Another kiss took the two of them. Draco didn’t want to let go. It wasn’t even that
Harry tasted that great or kissed that well…well, he did. But that wasn’t it. It was simply that he was Harry. Not Harry fucking Potter: the Boy Who Lived, but Harry. His Harry, Draco’s Harry, the one that fucked him into next week with no regrets.

 “DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!!!”

 Both boys’ heads snapped up at the bellow.

 “Hermione!” They took off running towards the field where Emily had been flying.

 Emily was hovering slightly in the air as Hermione had Nigel in her grip, spells sparking into him, countering the weak wavers spurting from his wand.

 “Ubbidire!”

 “Oh. Fucking. Shit.”

 The blue djinn was once again hovering over them menacingly. Harry almost automatically stepped out in front of his smaller lover when Draco hissed at him.

 “I can hold my own!”

 “’Sorry.”

 And they were blinded.
 
 

 Emily watched. Her girlfriend was beautiful in her fury. Her eyes were shooting as many sparks as her wand. But Emily supposed it was impossible to grow up in the X-men and not feel some attraction to a show of strength. All you had to do was watch her fathers…though that was not originally true for the two of them.
 Oh and there was a presence behind her, huge and terrifying and. Fuck. Fucking hell. She could deal with it. Red flavored kinetic energy shot out of her wand going right through the djinn. The thing barely winced, and she shuddered. She just had to.
 
 

 Harry and Draco were having a rather hard time on the ground, attempting to throw spells of ruination and chaos at the djinn and not hitting Emily. Draco saw the red energy coming out of Emily’s wand without effect, and just as this blazing green oblivion curse hit the insubstantial thing he noticed the red glow beginning to form around the mutant girl.
 
 

 Nigel really wasn’t lasting long. He was collapsed on the ground just minutes after Hermione realized the djinn was in the air, far, far too close to her lover. As he flopped unconscious she turned, expecting to see the beastly thing disappear. Yet it remained. Hermione panicked for a moment before realizing that the red surrounding Emily was energy, not blood. Then the panic returned just as quickly as she remembered just what that energy did.

 “Emmy! Don’t you fucking dare!”
 
 

 Ok ok, so it’s mostly plot…don’t worry, the plot’s almost over. And it’s cliched…but if you’ve read this far you’ll have realized that I bloody well like cliches. Comments please. ...Oh, and I promise the next part will come faster…*heehee* my muse is back!

Isabella
 
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